[Dezel just stares after him for a minute. Well, he could've taken it worse...? God, he's bad at this. He lets Sorey have a few minutes to think about it, maybe ten at the most, but then he slinks up to the stream to check on him.]
Sorry, [he mutters.] I should've-- let someone else tell you. Lailah, maybe. [She's better at this sort of thing. But she's also busy, and seeing another Shepherd might make Sorey feel worse.]
I'm not... [... not the kind of friend Sorey needs right now, and he's vividly aware of it, but he can't just leave either. It's funny in a sad way that a thousand years hasn't made him any less awkward. He's a fairly adult seraph now, but he still feels so confused, so helpless, with the man who saved his life aching in front of him.]
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Sorry, [he mutters.] I should've-- let someone else tell you. Lailah, maybe. [She's better at this sort of thing. But she's also busy, and seeing another Shepherd might make Sorey feel worse.]
I'm not... [... not the kind of friend Sorey needs right now, and he's vividly aware of it, but he can't just leave either. It's funny in a sad way that a thousand years hasn't made him any less awkward. He's a fairly adult seraph now, but he still feels so confused, so helpless, with the man who saved his life aching in front of him.]